Filed to story: The Alpha King’s Intoxicating Mate
Leah POV
To say that Julia and I weren’t going to get along was a bit of an understatement. Once King Kace had left the table and disappeared to go to his study, I finished eating my breakfast, taking infinite care to chew slowly and annoy the infuriating woman as much as possible, her face getting redder and redder, until she looked like she was about to explode at any given moment. No doubt she was not used to being treated this way but she needed to learn that I was not going to let her run all over me. Once I had finished my coffee and had satiated my intense need for caffeine, I gestured for her to join me, but she insisted on taking me to a private sitting room and seating me opposite her in an armchair, placing her clipboard on the small table between us. I could tell that this was going to be a fight and I braced myself for it, smiling sweetly at her as I clenched my hands underneath the table. I was not going to bow out gracefully if she thought that was the case.
She heaved a long-suffering sigh. “Miss Leah,” she said with gritted teeth and in a pained tone of voice “I understand that you have come from a different pack, where perhaps things were done differently to this one, but I assure you that things will be much more pleasant for you if you try to transition to some of our traditions.”
To me that sounded like a threat, even though she remained perfectly poised with a serene expression on her face. Interesting. How long could she keep her cool though I wondered with amusement.
I c****d my head and observed her coolly. Perhaps she thought that with no mate to back me up, I would be more subservient and agreeable to her suggestions. She was fresh out of luck. I didn’t need the assistance of my mate to get my opinion heard or express myself.
“I believe we were here to discuss my clothing preferences,” I said calmly, ignoring her request and sitting upright, a pleasant smile on my face.
Two could play at this game. I waited for her to speak, keeping the fake smile in place.
Her face drooped. She cleared her throat, a tight smile on her own face. “Yes of course,” she said, shooting me a dirty look “What exactly is it that you feel is missing from your wardrobe?” she said, disgruntled.
I took a moment to think about it. “Shorts of course, for when it gets hot, 3/4 pants, tank tops, normal t-shirts, jackets, sweatpants, sweatshirts, pajamas to start with,” I said respectfully.
I didn’t have to be rude after all. Kindness went a long way into getting people to help you. Plus, I wasn’t wanting to make enemies if I could avoid it.
“You are joking?” she said grimacing and looking scandalized.
I didn’t understand her reluctance. It’s not like I had asked for racy lingerie or stripper heels.
I shook my head. “I don’t dress up,” I said bluntly “I like to be comfortable and I like to be able to move in what I wear. If you want a bimbo or some sort of debutante then you’re going to have to hire one” I said coolly.
Her mouth dropped open. I nodded towards the clipboard. “Do you plan on writing what I need down? I would hate for you to forget anything” I said brusquely.
It was a dig and an effective one at that. It looked like she didn’t like her efficiency or job being called into question. I noted that and put it away for later.
She glowered, reaching for it and beginning to scribble things down. Her mouth turned downwards as she wrote, a peevish frown on her face. “Surely there must be some dressy stuff you would like? Some cocktail gowns? More heeled shoes?” her voice was almost desperate now.
I almost felt sorry for her. Almost. But I was not a barbie doll to play dress ups with.
“Actually I could use more sneakers, preferably Converse,” I said casually, hopeful at the prospect of having comfortable shoes to slip on and off.
I swear she looked as though she was about to have a stroke. Her face was completely devoid of color. There was a tic in her eye. I worried she was going to have a heart attack.
“As you wish” she whispered, her voice cracking “I will get to this at once” she added and I fixed my eyes on her, suspecting it would take forever if I didn’t put a timeline on it.
It wasn’t above her to try and find a loophole in all of this. I frowned.
“I expect to see those items in my wardrobe by the end of today,” I said calmly, noting the disappointment on her face. Bingo. She had been planning on delaying over it. Too bad.
I stood up and then reached over, shaking her hand, which was clammy and sweaty. “Thank you for the assistance Julia,” I said with a smirk “Now perhaps you could direct me towards the Alpha King’s study while you are here?” I asked politely, my way of informing her that this meeting was now over and done with.
She quietly gave me directions, looking defeated. I strode out of the room with a spring in my step. Pack members quietly observed me, some of the girls sneering. I stared at them and they turned their heads away. I followed Julia’s instructions and ended up in the kitchen of all things. b***h. Should have known she would have given me the wrong ones and tried to humiliate me in retaliation for doing the same to her. She clearly didn’t know me that well if she thought this would embarrass me. If anything, I was intrigued by what was going on in the kitchen.
The chef was busy yelling out directives to the staff who were scurrying about like frightened little roaches. He saw me and his eyes narrowed. “Get an apron and hurry up and start helping” he shouted, sounding incensed.
Huh? I wasn’t here to help. I just wanted to ask where the study was. I frowned and he growled lowly in his throat. He had no idea who I was. It was almost laughable. I fought back the grin that wanted to appear on my face. If this man had any idea who he was speaking to…
“Is something funny?” he growled as I stood there, debating whether to tell him or not “Because I don’t think it is. I have a tray of food that needs to go to the Alpha King and you are going to help me get it ready. Now put this on!” he shouted annoyed.
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